The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The little girl in front stopped her horse, separated from Sweetmouth and his group, and waited for Gregor and Maester Harry by the roadside.

Gregor secretly paid attention to this little girl.

He didn't allow himself to think about what the little girl had experienced in the mountains. If he had personally experienced something similar, and if he were a little girl, he would feel like it was the end of the world.

But this little girl's resilience was like the black stone of Silver Hill.

As the little girl's lord, Gregor had no impression of this little girl named Julie before this.

"Father!" the little girl said.

Gregor felt a little awkward.

His previous life was just a student who hadn't married, an ordinary dog who had been dumped by his girlfriend. He had only merged with Gregor's soul memories and obtained Gregor's body. The idea of 'obtaining...body...' felt like two men having a strange gay relationship across time and space, which was a bit awkward.

"Hmm!" Gregor hummed.

"Father, kill me," the little girl said again.

"Uh! I'm not your father."

Maester Harry was also very surprised: "Julie, call him 'My Lord'."

"Father Lord, please kill me."

Gregor suddenly felt his head getting a little big. From a college dog to the number one villain in the Seven Kingdoms, he hadn't completed the full fusion, especially when it came to creatures like little girls: "I won't kill you."

"Not kill me?"

"Not kill you!" Gregor was very certain.

Why should I kill you because of the pile of trouble you caused? I'm not the Gregor I used to be.

"If Father Lord won't kill me, then I'll follow you," the little girl said. Then the little girl slowed down her horse, naturally squeezing Maester Harry to the back, so that she and Gregor were riding side by side.

This was another small detail proving that the little girl could ride a horse and had some little schemes.

Gregor looked down at Julie. Her yellow hair was dry and sparse, her chin was pointed, her face was small, she had single eyelids, amber eyes, and thin lips. She didn't have a bit of childishness, revealing a composure that was absolutely inconsistent with her age.

This reminded Gregor of that wild girl from the Stark family in Winterfell in the North—Arya Stark. If Julie had also come from a noble family, would she have grown into a ruthless character like Arya, or even more powerful?

This reminded Gregor of a saying: "Are kings, dukes, generals, and ministers born with a special seed?"

"Julie, have you practiced swordsmanship?"

"No, but I've watched people use swords."

"Then have you used a knife?"

"Yes."

"How did you use it?"

"To kill chickens, ducks, pigs, and goats. Killing people should feel about the same."

"Don't talk about killing people when you're so young," the transmigrated Gregor discovered that his 'people's teacher' awareness had inexplicably taken over.

Julie's small eyes glanced sideways: "Is Lord Mountain afraid of killing people?"

Gregor 'uh'ed: "You're still a child."

"I'm not a child, I'm a woman," the little girl Julie turned to look at Maester Harry behind her, "Maester, get me moon tea when we get to Clegane's Keep."

Moon tea, a medicinal tea used by women to induce abortion.

Maester Harry stammered: "...Julie...are you...pregnant...?"

He was shocked by the little girl's frankness, or rather—lack of shame.

"I don't know," the little girl said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Gregor felt like something deep inside him was a little uneasy. This didn't fit his image as a chief villain and his reputation for brutality.

Maybe he hadn't saved a second little Arya, but had saved a little Gregor.

Little Gregor, at Julie's age, had already burned his younger brother Sandor's face and broken his own father's neck in the small woods.

Neither of them were normal people.

Birds of a feather flock together, does my reputation as the number one villain in the Seven Kingdoms only attract similar people and things?

Gregor didn't know much about moon tea, he only knew that it was used by women to induce abortion.

Ahead in the distance, Sweetmouth Ralph hummed a little tune, and the scribe sang vulgar songs: A noble lady's dinner. They sang one song after another, all of which were vulgar songs from Gregor's previous world, and finally, even Denson, who couldn't sing, and Polliver, who could only hum, joined in.

The hostage, Addam Sharlett, who was in the middle of the four, also sang along, a lewd smile on his stiff face.

It can be seen that whether they are nobles or soldiers, as long as they don't pretend, men's interests are actually the same.

Only the horse soldier Thomas Man seemed worried and anxious.

*

Night.

Maester Harry was absent-minded.

As soon as they returned to Clegane's Keep, they sent out ravens, and the ravens had already flown back, but there was no reply from Lord Tywin.

This made Maester Harry uneasy, wondering what Lord Tywin thought after reading the letter he wrote.

Lord Tywin sent Maester Harry to follow Gregor, not only to treat Gregor's headaches, but also to act as one of Lord Tywin's eyes.

Clegane's Keep is less than a hundred miles from Casterly Rock, and the ravens travel quickly.

At the table, Addam Sharlett was already getting along famously with Sweetmouth Ralph, which was Sweetmouth Ralph's forte; the little girl Julie really didn't go home, but knelt beside Gregor, helping Gregor cut meat, spreading honey on bread, serving bacon soup, and pouring wine, like a little padded jacket for her dad.

Her real father, Thomas Man, sat at the lower seat, but Julie never took the initiative to communicate with her father.

In the afternoon, Sweetmouth Ralph taught the little girl etiquette; the executioner Denson taught the little girl the key to holding a sword sideways; Addam Sharlett taught the little girl archery; Gregor slept soundly in his bedroom, sleeping until Polliver came to call him for dinner.

He had been busy for most of the day after getting off drugs and needed to rest.

The food in this world is said to be very rich, with no shortage of various meats. You can often hunt and eat wolf meat, bear meat, wild boar meat, and shadowcat meat as big as tigers, which you can't eat in Earth civilization, but there is one thing, the meat is not delicate, the salt granules in various seasonings are large, and there is a lot of sand.

Here, they are near the sea, but everyone actually eats mineral salt.

This made Gregor miss the snow-white fine salt from Earth civilization, with added iodine.

Could the salt here be used as a business, refined, with no sand and no bitter taste, beautifully packaged in bags and sold to the nobles like exquisite gifts?

The answer should be feasible, because the salt here is bought and sold in salt ponds, and the workers unload and load the trucks barefoot in the salt ponds. Whether they are nobles or commoners, the salt they buy is loaded from the salt pond with wooden measuring instruments. Bulk cargo!

To refine mineral salt into salt as fine and white as sand, no chemical technology is needed, pure physical methods can do it, which is a very simple high-temperature filtration to remove slag and dust, and cooling crystallization.

Sea salt can also be boiled on the coast.

It's just that Gregor doesn't want to make this his main business.

He wants to mine, mine for gold.

Being in the Westerlands and not thinking about mining gold mines must mean there is shit in your brain.

But there are no gold mines or silver mines on Gregor's territory.

His territory is pitifully small.

The Westerlands have many mountains, gold, and silver, but the mountains all have owners.

The only vacant and ownerless gold and silver mine lands are those of the two major families that were exterminated by Lord Tywin: the Reyne family of Castamere and the Tarbeck family of Tarbeck Hall. The gold and silver mine lands of the two major families have been abandoned for thirty-eight years.